Paroles de The Piccolino
By the Adriatic watersVenetian sons and daughters
Are strumming a new tune upon their guitars
It was written by a Latin
A gondolier who sat in
His home out in Brooklyn and gazed at the stars
He sent his melody
Across the sea
To Italy
And we know
They wrote some words to fit
That catchy bit
And christened it
The Piccolino
And we know that it's the reason
Why everyone this season
Is strumming and humming a new melody
Come to the casino
And hear them play the Piccolino
Dance with your bambino
To the strains of the catchy Piccolino
Drink your glass of vino The Piccolino
He sent his melody
Across the sea
To Italy
And we know
They wrote some words to fit
That catchy bit
And christened it
The Piccolino
And we know that it's the reason
Why everyone this season
Is strumming and humming a new melody
Come to the casino
And hear them play the Piccolino
Dance with your bambino
To the strains of the catchy Piccolino
Drink your glass of vino The Piccolino
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